Corrupting Lily

Chapter 8

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Dominico

She is light as a fucking feather, this thought crossing my mind for the second time as I carry Lily from the car to the boutique we had just stopped in front of. Matteo, who was done moving Lily's stuff to my mansion, and one of my other men, Luca, picked us up from Mirra to bring us here while Edoardo took Lorenzo to the warehouse where I would deal with him later. A second vehicle was behind us, four more of my men exiting and positioning themselves outside the opulent boutique situated on a quiet street in the center of town.

Lily is bright red, and her protests from seconds ago are gone once she realizes they are futile. After placing her on a chair at the club, I swiftly untied her shoes, tossing them on the floor for the cleaning staff to include with the rest of the trash. The only place they belonged was amongst the used condoms, their usefulness similarly obsolete along with her soiled socks. The only thing I left on were the numerous band-aids she had plastered all over both feet. Blisters from her shoes from the previous night, she had mumbled quietly. The thought that I had scared her enough to run home was somewhat unsettling. Not a feeling I enjoy. Why I am even having a feeling about it is disturbing enough.

Matteo opens the door for me, the woman behind the counter rushing to meet us, bringing with her a cloud of sickly, sweet-smelling perfume. Briefly, I think how much better Lily's subtle vanilla and jasmine scent is in comparison. Fuck.

"Mr. Sante, it is such an honor to have you here. It's been a while. What can we do for you?" Sally, the name pin on her pristine blue two-piece reads, her hands clasped together as she looks at me with dollar signs in her eyes, not even paying attention to the woman in my arms. She no doubt remembers the wad of cash I dropped the last time I was here when I treated my sister Isabella to a brand-new wardrobe for her birthday two years ago. This year, it was a vacation house in the Bahamas.

"I want to see all your best pieces. And close the shop for the day. I want some privacy." I walk over to one of the cream-covered sofas in the center of the room, placing Lily softly down before sitting next to her. Matteo walks over to the door, flipping the sign from open to closed. However, I think the look of my men outside alone would be enough of a deterrent.

Sally calls her team of shop assistants, some of their faces paling with recognition while others look on with curiosity and lust, their eyes traveling my body unashamedly. Only one gives my little flower the courtesy of a look. Lily looks between them and me, her gaze felt on the side of my face like little kisses. Suddenly, I am angry that they are not giving her the courtesy of even acknowledging her.

"So, Mr. Sante, what size are we looking for?" Sally asks, her eyes on me as she stands poised, waiting for my response. Not even assuming it could be for the woman next to me, her baggy thrift clothes perhaps doing precisely what I think Lily intended, making her invisible.

Lily looks shocked as I rattle off her sizes, her similarly thinking we were perhaps here for someone else. So fucking naïve.

"But that's my-." Before Lily can finish, I cut her off, looking directly at Sally.

"And you best pay my companion the necessary respect. You know what happens to people who don't respect what is mine."

The threat is effective, as all blood drains from her cheeks. Her clasped hands shake slightly as she fumbles out an apology. She introduces herself to Lily, her voice trembling slightly as she asks her what styles she prefers.